She thanked God that life was not always winter, that spring always came at last to chase away the cold and heaviness, and to release one to warmth and movement again.

A good friend remembers what we were and sees what we can be.

True love is born of experience, not fairy dust.

When God allows something to be taken from you, He replaces it with something better.

Experience teaches us when to wait and when to move forward.

Sometimes love isn't fireworks. Sometimes, love just comes softly.

Sometimes, the darkest part of the morning is just before dawn